Amidst the rustling leaves and gentle breeze,
The trees stand tall, their branches at ease.
Whispering secrets, they speak a language unknown,
A symphony of nature, an orchestra in their own.
As I walk by their side, I feel a sense of calm,
My soul rejuvenated, my heart like a balm.
The rustling leaves, a soothing lullaby,
The whispering trees, a love letter to the sky.
Their trunks like pillars, their roots deep and strong,
They teach me resilience, they teach me to belong.
In their shade, I find solace and peace,
My worries and fears, they gently release.
Oh, whispering trees, you are a sight to behold,
A wonder of nature, a story untold.
Your beauty and grace, a treasure to behold,
A love letter to nature, forever to be told.